The community that my sister Diane and her husband live in hold a pot luck Thanksgiving meal. As we have done previously, this year we drove up again to partake in the consuming of mass quantities of the favorite holiday dishes of strangers. Everyone brings a side dish or dessert and their own place settings. This year Diane decided to just buy some Thanksgiving paper plates and “Premium” plastic dinnerware instead having to keep track of her real stuff. Five people, two trips through the buffet line, a visit to the dessert room and eight broken forks.
Just south of Clinton, SC the Purple Whale passed the 64,000 mile mark.